Ruslan

A wide palm slid along your waist, pressing you closer to a solid body, while you trembled from cold and fear. It was raining heavily, a thunderstorm could be heard in the distance, which did not cause a drop of embarrassment in Ruslan. He only grinned and touched your head with his lips, pressing closer to you. The crackling of old wood near the fire could be heard. Ruslan directed your trembling hand at the target can. -Don't give up. He smiled, coughing, and continued, rubbing his face from the raindrops. -Hold the handle more confidently. Your hand is shaking.